My gorgeous wife Chapter 2286 - 2254: What a Pity

"Is the outcome still unchanged?"

Li Chen silently dispelled the Law of Cause and Effect, appearing somewhat quiet.

With his current cultivation and strength, if the outcome he received was still "Nine Deaths One Life," then undoubtedly, where Li Changcun was, there truly was a major crisis.

And facing such a crisis, the old man chose to confront it alone.

"What exactly is it..." Rarely did Li Chen’s face show signs of pain.

As the saying goes, "A harmonious family prospers." Li Chen’s family had indeed achieved harmony, but back then, he still often saw the desolate look on Li Changcun’s face that he rarely showed before them.

For him, this family was indeed complete, but for Li Changcun, evidently not.

So he left, quietly, even taking advantage of Li Chen’s closed-door cultivation to secretly depart alone.

"Back then, I really should have agreed to let Senior Lieu beat you up once." Li Chen bitterly chewed over every word he exchanged with his cheap old man; perhaps due to being too emotionally agitated at the time, and busy hiding that excitement, he failed to notice anything.

But now, thinking back, it seemed that Li Changcun had a bit of a farewell flavor back then.

A dignified God of Slaughter, a powerhouse with the title "Frenzy," was he really such a nagging old fellow?

Watching Li Chen silently contemplating and gazing towards the starry sky, Bruce dared not speak a single word, merely standing silently and respectfully by his side, gazing up at this unrivaled powerhouse known throughout the starry sky.

That’s... the Palm Realm!

How many years had it been? Palm Realm was once just a legend in the cultivator world, even with the arrival of the Banquet Era, before this Hongchen Ancestor, no Palm Realm powerhouse had been heard of appearing before people.

Yet this one was already recognized as a genuine Palm Realm powerhouse.

What kind of lofty realm was it, after all?

Bruce didn’t know, but he understood that exhausting his lifetime might only place him at the Soul Realm. If lucky, perhaps he could achieve the True Realm during this great era.

As for that Palm Realm, it was something he didn’t even dare dream of.

Perhaps in his heart, his only ambition was hoping this Hongchen Ancestor would guide him with a few words of wisdom, making his future path broader.

However, Bruce regretted that in the end, this Hongchen Ancestor still had no intention of guiding him.

Just as Bruce was feeling disappointed, Li Chen finally spoke: "Go, focus on your cultivation. Everyone’s path is different. Given your situation, you’re more suited to specialize in the Darkness Law. Focus on your cultivation. I hope in the future’s great calamity, I can see your figure standing up for the continuation of our Starry Universe’s civilization."

Upon hearing this, Bruce bowed deeply to Li Chen.

After the bow, Bruce instantaneously departed.

Only years later did he understand what Li Chen meant by the great calamity and the continuation of civilization.

At the end of the Banquet Era, Bruce, the Purgatory Demon Lord, died battling outside the Starry Universe.

He died with a smile, without regrets. It seemed to be a response to what someone had once said to him years ago.

At that time, not understanding, he couldn’t respond. However, he answered that statement with his actions.

...

Somewhere hidden deep within the Starry Universe.

Clouds and mist float, not merely clouds, but thick to the extreme, even denser than the current Banquet Era’s Starry Universe, filled with abundant spiritual energy.

Here, countless powerhouses also resided, heavenly palaces above, caves below, a diverse and complex background of powerhouses all dwelling here.

Though their cultivation could be considered earth-shattering, they all appeared extraordinarily peaceful residing in this place.

And within this immortal aura-filled space floated a simple courtyard wholly different from the surrounding magnificent imperial palaces.

Though differing in design, the courtyard’s immortal aura did not lose to those magnificent imperial palaces, and inexplicably gave a sense of grandeur.

At this moment, an old and young figure stood outside the courtyard door.

"Open the door! Guangming, you old thing, if you don’t open the door soon, I’ll barge in!" A crude, savage roar echoed across the sky.

Yet, even in the nearest imperial palace, none dared to rebuke the owner of the voice, more out of... fear.

"What are you rambling about, can’t a person sleep?"

After a long bout of shouting, a voice of complaint finally came from inside the courtyard.

A man who looked about thirty, with a face still groggy from sleep, opened the courtyard door with a helpless expression.

And at the entrance, the unceremonious old man pulled the child and rushed straight into the yard.

The courtyard, appearing small from outside, was actually a world within; upon entering, the shabby courtyard revealed its vast mountain river space.

Below the mountains and rivers, there was a small shed with a stone table and several benches.

The man yawned, leisurely taking out a pot of tea, slowly pouring a cup for each of the three, including the child.

"Oh, looks like they’re about to wise up." The man glanced at the child, suddenly smiling at the old man: "Which body is this?"

The old man smacked his lips: "Eighth body."

"Looks like our Holy Primordial Demon is about to dissolve again?" The man said with a half-smile.

The old man had no expression, clearly lacking the intent to converse.

"I say, old Primordial Demon, hiding such things isn’t very decent." The man shook his head smiling: "If your ninth cycle succeeds, you might really have a chance to enter the realm of founding."

"Difficult." The old man shook his head: "Very difficult."

"Back then, my teacher told you, this path is too hard to tread. The earlier cycles were manageable, but the last one, even for you, carries true danger of demise." The man said solemnly.

Holy Primordial Demon said expressionlessly: "Do I have any other choice?"

"True enough." The man couldn’t help but comment: "You almost died back then. If not for this desperate measure, you wouldn’t have survived until now."

But speaking, the man couldn’t help looking at the Holy Primordial Demon with a dental ache: "Is it really amusing to keep making yourself your own apprentice and then becoming yourself?"

Upon hearing the man’s words, the Holy Primordial Demon didn’t get angry, merely reached out to touch the head of the somewhat dazed young boy beside him: "Unfortunately, there remains only one Primordial Demon. If one day you see two Primordial Demons appearing at the same time, then it means... I’ve succeeded."

Saying this, the Holy Primordial Demon seemed a bit distracted: "If there really comes such a day, the Blood Old Ghost I’ve fought for a lifetime might truly yield to me once."

"A pity." The man suddenly said.

"Indeed, a pity." The Holy Primordial Demon echoed.

The two sighs of pity held respective meanings known only to themselves.